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Mr. Cardoza when you wear that black turtle-necked sweater you look like a poet with something profound and transcendent ripping at your soul smooth jazz at your fingertips and an emergency stash of coffee at the bottom of your desk. Mr. Cardoza when school is over, and sometimes even when it’s not, you sneak to […]

I’m not ready to be not pretty. No, give me just five more minutes in front of the mirror! When I stay here it looks good. I will never have your face, your face will never look me in the eye from the mirror. Only my face can do that, and my face says that […]